Luyện nghe bài hát This Is Not A Song, It's An Outburst: Or, The Establishment Blues

The mayor the crime rate
council woman
Public irate but forget the vote date
complaining, predicted sun, it's raining
Everyone's protesting, boyfriend keeps
not like all of the rest.

Garbage ain't collected, women ain't
Politicians using people, they've been
The mafia's getting bigger, pollution in the river
And you tell me that this is where at.

up this moming with an ache in my head
Splashed on my clothes as I out of bed
the window to listen to the news
But all I heard was the Blues.

Gun are soaring, housewives find life boring
Divorce the only answer smoking cancer
This system's gonna soon, to an angry young tune
And a concrete cold fact.

The digs population, freedom from taxation
Teeny are up tight, drinking at a stoplight
Miniskirt is flirting I stop so I'm hurting
sells her hopeless chest.

Adultery the kitchen, bigot cops non-fiction
The little man gets shafted, sons and drafted
by a time piece, new war in the far east.
Can you pass the Rorschach

a hassle is an educated guess.
Well, frankly I couldn't less.